Dorothy smiled and winked at her husband knowing she would win this round. It had been awhile since she had danced for him but remembered the moves. She swung her hips with the rhythm of the music separating her stocking clad feet. She lifted her hair, wet her lips with a flick of the tongue and started to gyrate her hips with eyes half closed. She bent forward jiggling her large pendulous breasts at her husband.
Elizabeth was left standing. "OK! Go for it girl," she laughed. She just couldn't resist joining in the fun so began mimicking the moves. She turned around and wiggled her ass at him and slapped both panty clad cheeks with her hands.
She seemed to be inviting him to slap her ass but he dare not provoke his wife or it might just end right there. He knew they were challenging each other rather than dancing for him. He could only observe from a safe distance, but what a show. He would fantasize over this for a long time to come. They were swaying a little almost toppling leading him to wish they would both land on the sofa with him.
"Undo me will you," Dorothy asked, turning her back. She held onto the cups and bent toward her husband to gain his full attention. Dropping the bra she held her bare breasts in both hands unable to completely cover the large soft mounds. It was naughty and doing something to an already invigorated sensuousness but this was her husband so what did it matter. She was determined to knock Elizabeth out of the ring.
Dancing before him in her panties trying to cover her breasts and failing his wife and her wonderful breasts filled his vision. His cock ached so much all he wanted to do was grab her to drag the luscious bitch upstairs to bed.
It was a good job he didn't because her friend wasn't to be outdone. She slipped off the bra unnoticed until she bumped her friend's hip with hers. They laughed together bumping away still holding onto their breasts pretending to hold on to a semblance of decorum. They turned toward each other letting go as they pushed close. Their breasts pressed against each other showing both were standing up firm with hard nipples.
"See! They don't sag," Dorothy proudly boasted. The music carried on one track leading into another leaving them breathing hard still moving to the rhythm. They lent back, revealing their breasts, shimmying to the music, wiggling the delicious firm orbs. With shoulders shaking their breasts they tried to outdo each other. They leaned in to press hard swollen nipples together; they laughed at the audacity of the naughty erotic moves.
A slow number gave them some relief from the exertion and they wrapped arms around each other propping each other up. "I'm beyond the point of no return Dotty. I need a man desperately," she whispered into her friend's ear.
"We'll have to see who wins him then," she replied with a devilish grin. They turned their heads toward the victim. Dorothy knew her breasts would win her man but she also felt sorry for Elizabeth. Could she let her have him? It might work to her benefit over the next months or even years.
Surely she didn't mean it. It was the drink talking. Elizabeth licked her lips at the thought of his cock. A wistful look in her pale blue eyes made it appear twice the size becoming so much more desirable.
Tom almost slavered at the sight of these two gorgeous women in an erotic dance. They moved slowly with arms entwined looking at him with wet lips parted. He dare not think about those open pouting mouths otherwise he would cum in his trousers. He looked at their breasts momentarily touching nipples in time with the music. They were swollen from the heat of the moment. Their bodies glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration.
They stopped dancing and stood with hands on their hips thrusting out their breasts. "Well? Who has the best breasts?" they chorused.
He had enough time to think it through despite a lack of blood flow to his brain. Desperation had formulated a plan. "If you get on all fours I can judge them better," he said with a hoarse whisper just above the sound of the music.
With some relief from the effort of dancing they helped each other to the floor. They were both sloshed and fell inelegantly at his feet. Laughing uncontrollably they presented themselves for his inspection. Elizabeth knew her breasts were larger and to her husbands taste for he had savored them often.
She tried to knock her friend over so Elizabeth shoved back with a fit of laughter flooring them both. They helped each other up attempting to remain serious despite the ridiculousness of the game. On hands and knees they looked up at him through long eyelashes straight between his legs. The hardness of his cock had been obvious but from that angle it looked so much bigger.
Elizabeth broke first. "Please sir, do I have the best tits, sir," she said, with a mock schoolgirl tone of voice. They leant against each other in a fit of giggles.
Dorothy took up the theme. "Please sir. Tell Lizzy my tits are best. Tell her you would prefer to fondle mine," she giggled. Both friends took up the teasing refrain repeating the words together, "Go on sir fondle my tits."
He hobbled around behind them with a raging stiff cock and knelt. A good look at their crotch confirmed they were excited as much as he was from the wetness of their panties. The odor from the bitches on heat rose up at him. He was so close to just forcing himself on them like a dog he desperately wanted these hot bitches.
They continued to taunt him. "Go on sir, fondle my breasts, I want to pass the test," they said with variations on a theme between drunken giggles.
He wasn't listening just positioning himself behind one of them. They were hip to hip leaning against each other for support. He reached around a body and took hold of a pair of large breasts kneading them in his hands with fingers gripping tight as his wife liked to be handled. She sighed loudly cutting off her friends girly teasing.
He shuffled sideways to press himself against her friend. The hardness in his jeans pressed between her cheeks. With fingers outstretched he rubbed the palm of his hand over her taught nipples. She too sighed. He pinched them gently and pulled on them.
It was a turn-on having her breasts fondled but now they seemed to be a bell pull directly to her vagina, ringing loudly in her ears. The tune was, 'fuck me please fuck me now'. Her body was shouting, 'I want it now,' and her lips smacked in anticipation.
Dorothy had already been in a high state of arousal but watching her husband fondling a friend's breasts brought the excitement to an overpowering level. Her own sense of respectability had fallen and she assumed Elizabeth's had too. She wanted Tom to show her friend what a stud she had.
Feeling Elizabeth press back against him he pulled harder while pinching her nipples. She rubbed her bottom up and down the bulge in his jeans while he squeezed her breasts and nipples hard to elicit a sighed turning into a moan of pleasure.
They both became silent with expectation. It was all in his hands. If he had been able to think straight he would have realized it didn't matter what he did for they were his for the taking.
He quickly pulled his cock from his trousers, unusually without a fumble, it was in his hand springing to attention. It flicked against Elizabeth's rump. He leant against her pushing it between the cheeks of her ass knowing she could feel it through the thin panties.
He reached over to his wife pulling the crotch of her panties to one side to explore her. He found her so wet he slid two fingers inside without resistance. Hoping it would be enough to keep her happy he pulled back from Elizabeth. His cock pulled from between her clenched cheeks to bounce against his belly.
He moved forward lower this time. Up a leg of the loose French knickers his cock explored pressing against her asshole. She lifted her ass and pushed back onto the tip of his cock. He needed no further guidance. He thrust forward for his cock to penetrate her in one long stroke.
He held still inside her while he concentrated on his wife for a moment. Finding her bud with a thumb he rubbed hard with a rhythm he knew would keep her on the edge. All restraint had evaporated leaving Elizabeth rocking her body on his cock in quiet desperation. Both women started to grunt like pigs.
Leaning heavily against Elizabeth's ass his cock became imbedded deeply in her while she worked away at it. Tom felt for her bud and rubbed it gently feeling his cock being rammed by her movements.
He concentrated on his wife with one hand knowing exactly how to keep her going. She too was rocking her body on his fingers working her self up into a state of completion.
He looked at both gorgeous women, ass up determined to orgasm on him. He felt strong and in charge of their bodies. The power he had over them kept him supremely confident enabling him to hold back. He wanted and needed to make the moment last. The tight grip his wife's friend had on his cock held him back too, with the feeling is was impossible to let loose inside her.
